Twist the Time

If I twisted the handles,

If I twisted the engine,

If I twisted the bots or twisted a stain,

If I twisted the corkscrew of the silly portable chair,

If I even twisted the back of my hair,

If I twisted the buttons up and down,

I could twist the time.

If only a new day can come,

A day where I didn’t have to twist the handle, twist the engine, or twist the bots.

A day where I didn’t have to twist a stain or a corkscrew of a silly portable chair or the back of my hair.

A day where I could invent something new.

A day where I can see the future.

But how can I see the future when it’s already planned?

If only a time machine can be invented,

If only I could twist the handles of a time machine,

If only I could twist the engine, twist the bots, twist a stain,

If only I could twist the corkscrew on a time machine instead of a silly portable chair or the back of my hair,

If only I could twist buttons up and down, buttons that could see the future or revisit the past,

Then I could sleep safe and sound.

But until then, until I can twist the handles,

Or twist the engine, twist the bots, twist a stain,

Twist the corkscrew, twist the buttons up and down, twist the back of my hair in a dare,

I need to remember that I can.

That I can twist a time machine,

That I can twist the handles, I can twist the engine, I can twist the bots and twist the stain. I can twist the corkscrew, I can twist buttons up and down,

That I can sleep safe and sound.